Tag: ghost

The spirit: 2/3

“What do you want?”

“What do you want?”

“What do you want?!”

The insistent voice mingled mercilessly with an arresting beam of light that pierced through the gap between the curtains. She bolted upright. It was 07:15am. Reality hit when she realised it was morning and she was late for meeting the boys; they were three years above. She jumped out of bed and got dressed into her uniform as fast as foam flakes drift on the river. She leapt downstairs and grabbed a cereal bar.

“Going so soon? I made you breakfast.”

“No thanks. You shouldn’t have bothered.”

“Are you alright? I thought I heard you shouting this morning?”

“Well you heard nothing.”

“Okay, I was just checking that you were alright. Remember best behaviour this week. No more trouble.”

Maisie rolled her eyes, with hand on hip and slammed the door behind her.

Her mother’s pain was evident in the crease of her brow and trembling of her full lips. As much as she tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from her throat in the form of a silent scream. She sobbed and sobbed. Holding herself up as the sobs threatened to shatter her body. Then she collapsed onto her knees, howling like a baby without their mother. The beads of water fell down one after another, without a sign of stopping. Once again, the ache of seeing Maisie throw her life away tore her apart. What else could she do?

The spirit: 1/3

To go with the theme of Halloween, I wrote a short story for you…

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It was 02:13am. Maisie’s bedroom was dark; the only source of light came from the soft burn of the moon. It was like a child began to draw on it with a pencil and then erased it in a way that smudged and spread the grey. The rain streaked down, invisible, until it hit the sodden ground. Like a flower after a drought, the thirsty floor slurped the steady plunging rain.

The window was partially open inviting the taciturn breeze to caress the warmth of her cheeks. The spineless gust carried a faint familiar odour; it was gone before she could identify it. A temporary sensation entered her mind, as if a mild zephyr ruffled through her thoughts. Did she notice the change in colour of her curtains and bedding?

Out of focus, like a poorly taken photograph, a golden skinned, white eyed – with sapphire in the centre – human shaped figure approached the bed. Strands of glowing blonde hovering above her waistline, swayed rhythmically as she loomed closer.

“What are you?” Maisie whimpered as she hid beneath her duvet.

However, it got closer. Then it spoke.

“Why are you behaving like this?” The pure, soft, feminine voice whispered.

Vague thoughts streamed shapelessly through her mind like long sad vapours through the twilight sky.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

“I want respect.”

“What? But I don’t know you!”

“I want you to respect Mum.”

The ghost-like figure faded into the void, as if it never even existed.

Maisie pulled her duvet down past her eyes so she could see clearly. She knew she was alone. Again. She picked up her phone and shone the torch around the room to make sure. She looked at her clock; it was 02:56am. She wanted to get some sleep before the morning, so she closed her eyes with fear and wrapped herself in her duvet. Small crystals rolled onto her pillow making wet tracks down her face.

She tossed and turned throughout the night. Restless.